[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The heroine is not human

Zhan Zhao flew up and chased after the woman in red.

His qinggong is not weak, and his footwork is also very fast. He soared into the sky in the night sky, as nimbly as a cat running up the wall. The title of "Royal Cat".

Such a good skill, such a superior lightness kung fu, there are very few people who can't catch up.

But the woman in red is an exception.

Her figure fluttered like a person without legs. In this stormy night, her bright red back was like a blood-red lamp, flickering on and off in the dark night, as if To be devoured, but always maintain a little light like a bean.

She and Zhan Zhao always kept a distance of three steps.

Under this distance, her long black hair, as thick as seaweed, was blown by the night wind and swept over Zhan Zhao's face. Zhan Zhao smelled a strange cold fragrance, with the smell of rain and soil , not like a living person, but like a dead person coming out of the grave.

She flickered, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and his figure paused.

He has chased out of the county seat.

here is……?

This place is close to the foot of the mountain, and it is a dilapidated house. This house has been dilapidated for an unknown amount of time. Even the withered grass on the ground can't reach a person's calf.

At this time, when it rains or blows the wind, the dead grass will make a rustling sound, which echoes in this empty and desolate old house, and there are some strange echoes echoing each other, which makes people feel chills unavoidably.

Zhan Zhao frowned.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his starry eyes were as black as ink and as calm as water.There was no superfluous expression on his face, neither panic nor fear, he lifted the hem of his clothes, squatted down, and with a flick of his finger, the torch lit up, illuminating half of his face.

Zhan Zhao checked, but saw no human footprints on the ground.

This is very impossible. It is raining now, but the rain is not heavy, and the soil has become wet and soft. As long as someone walks by, they should leave human footprints.

No matter how high the qinggong is, it still needs to borrow strength on the ground, even if it is as high as the bandit commander Chu Liuxiang, it is absolutely impossible to truly "step on the moon without a trace".

He suddenly thought absurdly: Could it be that this woman is really a ghost?Otherwise, why didn't other people pay attention to her at all?

After he thought so, he shook his head again, and said in his heart: Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao, why do you believe in that strange power and chaos?

He stood up again, took another look at the aging and mottled gate of the ancient house, and slowly pushed the door open with the scabbard of the giant sword.

The door made a "squeak", which was particularly ear-piercing in this quiet place. Zhan Zhao's face remained unchanged, he stepped into it, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the door behind him slammed shut. Glancing at the door behind him, his eyes turned cold.

Zhan Zhao is a very good-tempered person, he looks like a spring breeze to everyone, he leads people gently, speaks rationally, and is careful and steady.

However, Confucianism and Confucianism, in addition to the word Confucianism, is more importantly a word for Xia.

Heroes enter the world with martial arts and save the world with martial arts.

Wu is the art of killing.

A chivalrous man who has practiced swordsmanship for more than 20 years, no matter how elegant he is, still has blood in his bones. As long as he is a person in the world, this blood will never be erased.

At this moment, the aura around Zhan Zhao has changed, becoming more vigilant, with sharp murderous aura but restrained, calm and composed, the Juque sword is already in hand.The muscles of his whole body are already in a state of ready to go, neither too tense nor too relaxed, if someone ambushes, he can react immediately.

Although this ancient house is deserted, it is not small. After entering the main gate, there is a main courtyard, a main hall, and an inner door. The lake view rockery and strange stone, although from Zhan Zhao's point of view, the strange stone is not very good, and the scenery of the rockery is not interesting, but in this bitter cold place in the northwest, it is very rare.

In the darkest and corner of the whole ancient house is a lady's embroidery building.

It is a two-story embroidered building, the first floor is tall, but the roof of the second floor is so low that Zhan Zhao bends over. There is only one movable staircase between the first and second floors, which should be used by the servants to bring food and water to the young lady. Well, when the people leave and the young lady stays alone on the embroidered building, the step ladder will be removed.

Zhan Zhao lit a fire and fumbled on the embroidered building, the embroidered building was full of dust, a pair of exquisitely crafted embroidered shoes were placed on the ground, and a rope was dangling on the beam directly above the embroidered shoes, Zhan Zhao With a serious look on his face, he went forward to check the rope.

It's not hemp rope, it's strips torn from the sheets on top of the mattress.

There are signs of wear and tear on the beams... A woman really hanged herself here.

Zhan Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and a kind of indescribable pity and sympathy suddenly rose from his heart. He stared at the rope used for hanging, closed his eyes, and sighed silently. .

There is no one here either.

The woman in red seemed to have evaporated from the world when she came to this ancient house, and no one could find her.

And who is the owner of this ancient house?Why is this house abandoned?Who is the person who died in the embroidery building?

This place is actually not that far from the county seat, so why don't the beggars in the county come here to hide from the rain?In any case, it is much more comfortable than huddling on a muddy street corner.

There are weirdness everywhere here, so weird that it makes people feel chills in the heart.

He let out a long breath, jumped down from the place where the movable floor was placed, and landed lightly.He originally wanted to jump out of the window, but he didn't want to, this embroidery building is simply harsher than a prison, and even the windows are small, people absolutely cannot pass through the windows.

——Going to the county government office tomorrow, I still have to ask about this ancient house.

Zhan Zhao thought so.

He couldn't find the woman in red, so he planned to go back to the house first, and when he investigated tomorrow, he would visit and visit to see if anyone recognized the woman in red.

He passed the open garden with the abandoned lake view, rockery and strange rocks again.

It is not difficult to see that the people who lived here in the past must have lived a very good and prosperous life.

Zhan Zhao's pace suddenly stopped, his expression changed slightly, his eyes were fixed on the lake view.

This itself is abandoned lake view.

The meaning of the abandoned lake view is... this is just a big pit, there is no water in the pit, because of the drought and barrenness in the northwest, this pit does not even have the silt that usually exists at the bottom of an abandoned lake, only dry and hard gravel is spread on the bottom of the pit .

But now, the lake has been filled with water. Under the strong wind and heavy rain, the surface of the water is wrinkled and blue, and the raindrops are rippling round after round. In this dark night, With just a little bit of moonlight, there is also a little bit of shimmering light, cold and miserable shimmering light.

The woman in red is standing in the water!

Her back was still facing Zhan Zhao, her long black hair was sticking wetly to her body, her red dress was scattered on the surface of the water, like blood splattered, round and round, half of her body was not submerged in the water, but she was completely unconscious. Feeling, still step by step, walked to the center of the lake.

She is looking for death?

She is looking for death!

Zhan Zhao was shocked, his body reacted faster than his brain, he flew up, stepped on a rock in the lake, and swept three steps on the water without falling into the water. He stretched out his hand to grab the woman live.

But the woman's figure swayed again, and she fell down straight, and fell into the lake water, she was clean and could not be found anywhere.

Zhan Zhao almost didn't even think about it, so he flew into the water and sank into the lake, looking for the woman in red.

He had never met the woman in red, but it was absolutely impossible for him to watch her throw herself into the lake.

Human life is in front of him, and he can never stand by.

The underwater visibility is very low, and the lake water is not clear. Fortunately, the woman is wearing a blood-red dress, scattered in such water, and she can still get a glimpse of it.

That red dress is at the bottom of the lake even deeper!

Zhan Zhao swam towards that place, stretched out his hand as hard as he could, and grabbed the red dress into his palm.

Zhan Zhao was taken aback.

The red coat, which was cold and full of water, was light and fluffy.

... just a red dress, no one, no one at all.

In a blink of an eye, he already understood that Zhan Zhao had a bad heart and was about to float up. At this moment, a hand suddenly covered the back of his head, tightly grasping Zhan Zhao's hair.

A woman's hand that is well-proportioned and soft, with creamy skin, but as pale as a ghost.

The hand seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The woman's hand viciously pushed Zhan Zhao down towards the bottom of the water, and the move was a murderous move, intending to drown him alive in the cold lake water.

A string of water bubbles overflowed from Zhan Zhao's lips, but he didn't hesitate in his movements. When he felt someone behind him, he struck out with an elbow, hitting that person's chest hard.

The person opened her mouth all of a sudden, and let go of her hands because of the severe pain in her chest. Her hands scratched randomly in the water a few times, as if she wanted to grab Zhan Zhao, but Zhan Zhao's body had already turned. When he came over, a pair of pitch-black eyes fixed on the person who plotted against him.

woman.

...a very beautiful woman.

There is no doubt that she is the woman in red that Zhan Zhao is going to chase today. At this moment, she is only wearing a pure white underwear, and her slender waist is restrained by a thin belt. Her waist is slender. It must make people think of water snakes and willow branches. The wide sleeves and the hem of the underwear floated underwater. Perhaps because of Zhan Zhao's merciless elbow just now, her skirt was messed up, revealing a piece of snow-white. skin.

Her face was terribly pale, and the corners of her eyes were protruding upwards, as if extending the corners of the eyes with blood threads made of blood. There was a kind of frightening charm. Her lips were bright red, and her white teeth were tightly biting her red lips. lips, a pained expression appeared on his face.

She wanted to kill Zhan Zhao, so Zhan Zhao couldn't be merciful, that elbow probably hurt her badly, floating in the water, as if she didn't dare to get close to him.

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed her.

Let's wait until the shore.

Seeing him approaching, the woman's expression suddenly changed again, and she swung her claws heavily at him. Suddenly, sharp claws appeared on her slender fingers. If she was scratched, it must be a bloody claw mark.

Zhan Zhao had been prepared for a long time, Ju Que turned around in the water, and only hit the hand she had grabbed with the scabbard. Women don't know martial arts, so Zhan Zhao's dexterity is nowhere to be seen, and the claw he just stretched out was hit , She shrank back all of a sudden, she opened her mouth in panic, and there was another string of gurgling bubbles in her mouth, and her expression became more painful.

Unable to speak underwater, Zhan Zhao wanted to restrain her first, and interrogate her carefully after landing on the shore.

The accident happened again at this time.

Someone was behind him, dragged him, wrapped his limbs tightly, and brought him to the bottom of the water.

... No, not people, but clothes.

It was that bright red dress.

The clothes seemed to have life, and wrapped around Zhan Zhao's body with its two sleeves. Zhan Zhao was startled, and subconsciously struck back, but only hit the empty, light red clothes, which were different from the water in the lake. The icy cold air was swimming along his body, like a fine net, trying to trap Zhan Zhao's whole body in it.

The beautiful woman in white underwear was covering her heart, and was looking at Zhan Zhao with a strange gaze.

In an instant, that weird red dress dragged Zhan Zhao down three or four meters into the water. Zhan Zhao held his head high, his face turned pale.

The air in his lungs is already empty. At this moment, he is holding his breath, but after all, human beings are human beings, not fish, and it is absolutely impossible for him to survive underwater forever. Like a whispering lover, entangled him, dragged his narrow waist, and gently covered his Adam's apple and heart like a caress.

His heart was beating wildly, it wasn't a heartbeat, it was the fear of death!

He suddenly clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles all over his body tensed up. The veins on the side of his neck bulged out one by one. In an instant, the edge of the sword seemed to illuminate the entire bottom of the lake. Already unsheathed.

Without hesitation, he backhanded his sword and stabbed behind him, only to hear an ear-piercing tearing sound, and the blood-red demon clothes had been cut in half by the famous blade. Like me, after being split in the middle, I lost all strength in an instant, struggled twice, let go of Zhan Zhao loosely, and sank towards the bottom of the lake.

But this blow had exhausted Zhan Zhao's strength.

This blood-red ghost coat was covered with a very cold aura, as if it could take away a person's yang energy, and after only wrapping around him for a moment, he lost all his energy.

He used his last strength to cut through the ghost clothes, but he no longer had the strength to swim above the water. He just felt very heavy, very heavy, his chest hurt like hell, it was like he couldn't breathe, his head was dizzy, Even the eyes can hardly see clearly.

He sank deeper into the lake—

Suddenly, something hugged him.

It's the person, it's the woman.

She also sank under the water for a long time, but she didn't seem to need to breathe at all, her eyes were still clear, and her movements were still flexible. She looked at Zhan Zhao for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have made up her mind. Swimmed towards him.

Then, as if the woman didn't have the slightest psychological barrier, she pressed her bright red lips to Zhan Zhao's pale thin lips, and breathed a sigh of relief for him.

The precious air was given to Zhan Zhao between his lips and teeth. Although there was only a little bit, it was enough to revive Zhan Zhao who was almost unconscious. His eyes were tightly closed, but his hands suddenly stretched out, instinctively. Grasping this life-saving straw, a string of drops of water swayed from between their lips, the woman squinted her eyes, and reached out to caress his lips.

Zhan Zhao opened his eyes, clasped her wrist with one hand, stretched out the other hand, clasped the woman's slender waist.

... Her waist is really thin.

It's a pity that at this moment, in this ghostly lake, no matter who it is, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to have the slightest thought. Zhan Zhao's move is just to bring her back to the surface of the water .

The woman seemed to be a little panicked, and struggled twice, but it was a pity that Zhan Zhao's hands were steady and the strength was moderate, which did not make her feel uncomfortable, but it was absolutely impossible to let her go. Having just experienced the moment of dying, there was no expression on Zhan Zhao's face. What kind of expression, he was originally a very gentle person, but at this moment, his side face looked a little more ruthless.

Just looking at this look, whoever is his prisoner will have a hard time.

The corners of the woman's eyes drooped, looking pitiful, she made a gesture to push Zhan Zhao, but Zhan Zhao's hand firmly held her, leading her to float up to the surface of the water.

After a while, their wet heads finally emerged from under the lake.

The rain had stopped.

Except for the sound of water when they surfaced, the whole ancient house was as quiet as a tomb.The clouds dissipated, and the moon hung above the night sky again. It was extraordinarily high and distant, but also extraordinarily indifferent. The cold and bright moonlight fell on the lake surface, making the dark lake surface glow with a little silver light.

The moonlight was still falling on the faces of the two of them, Zhan Zhao only had the heart to look at the woman's face at this moment.

...beautiful, really beautiful.

She is really a beauty, her eyes are slightly raised, even when there is no emotion or meaning, when Xiao Xiao squints her eyes a little, the waves of her eyes will swing away from her eyes, and there will be a sense of attachment from the corners of the eyes, ten men See, there are nine of them who are going to have their souls taken away.Her lips were neither too thin nor too thick, they were as plump as cherries.

At this moment, she was pale and embarrassed, the moonlight was shining on her body, her jet-black hair was messily attached to her face, and the white underwear soaked by the lake water was very thin, adhering to her extremely feminine curves When the cold night wind blew, she suddenly trembled, bit her lips tightly, trying to break free from Zhan Zhao's shackles, and even wanted to jump back into the lake again.

Zhan Zhao didn't say a word, just pursed his lips and looked at her silently.

Generally speaking, he is unwilling to do anything against the girl's wishes.

but not now.

At the beginning, she was the one who lured him to jump into the lake, threw the red dress to lure him to swim deep, and then she suddenly reached out, grabbed his hair tightly, and pushed him to the bottom of the water. It wasn't his elbow, I'm afraid he would have become a water ghost by now.

However, she did save him. When the ghost in the red dress entangled him, if she hadn't let him breathe, Zhan Zhao would still be a water ghost now.

who is she?Why did she act in such a contradictory way?And that blood-red ghost clothes, why did it appear here?And why was she wearing it?

All this is a mystery.

This extremely seductive woman was trembling, there was no trace of blood on her face, only the bright red blood line at the corner of her eyes, and her cherry-like lips added a bit of color to her, she was still struggling, Zhan Zhao Sighing suddenly, he said in a deep voice, "Don't move, go ashore first."

The woman tilted her head and looked at him warily.

She stayed where she was, like a lotus plant stuck in the mud, completely unwilling to cooperate with Zhan Zhao's work.

Zhan Zhao pursed his lips and looked at her, then shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Girl, I offended you."

His hand had already let go of the woman's waist, but at this moment he had to stick it on again. His slender and powerful hand was like an inescapable shackle when it was clasped around her waist. , he took the woman steadily, swam to the shore, and lifted her onto the shore with both hands. As soon as he let go, the woman struggled to stand up, and she seemed to want to run.

How can Zhan Zhao tell her to run away?

As soon as he borrowed his strength, he also stepped on the shore, and stopped her in a flash. The woman was trembling, her feet were bare, and she couldn't even stand up. She stared at Zhan Zhao. , stepping back unconsciously, without saying a word.

...It looks like Zhan Zhao has bullied her.

Seeing that she was about to fall back into the lake again, Zhan Zhao made a decisive decision, stretched out his hand to grab her, swung his slender fingers, and sealed all the big holes around her body, the beautiful woman's eyes widened, and she fell down straight.

She will never fall to the ground, because Zhan Zhao has already supported her.

Her body was even softer than her lips.

Zhan Zhao had already felt it when he held her waist. Her waist was as soft and slender as a willow branch, but it seemed to be easier to break than a willow branch. With just a little effort, she could be broken in half.

At this moment, she seemed to have no strength at all, no bones at all. In order to restrain her, Zhan Zhao had no choice but to touch her acupuncture points, but saw her fall limply. He reached out to catch her, pregnant. There will be a little more weight in it.

... She is so light, so light that it doesn't seem like a person's weight.

Suddenly, there was another thunderclap.

The moon was covered by dark clouds again.

The cold wind was colder, and the noise of the leaves became more intensive. The rain did not end, and another drop fell down, very heavy.

At this moment, it is not advisable to stay outside.

Zhan Zhao suddenly sighed, his expression has relaxed a bit, his black eyes are like water jade, at this moment, he has recovered that kind of gentle temperament, and the excess murderous aura on his body has disappeared.

He just said again: "Girl, I offended you."

As he said that, with a slight effort in his hands, he actually hugged the light and beautiful woman in his arms, and carried her to find a place to hide from the rain.

Zhan Zhao is not a person who is interested in sex, and he has no intention of taking advantage of the girl. Although he hugs this woman, his hands are never irregular, and his eyes never look where they shouldn't.

But there is a woman in his arms after all.

She was a very feminine woman, with a cool fragrance in her wet hair, but it was completely different from the smell he smelled when he was chasing her.Her body was as soft as a cloud, pressing against his chest, yet as cold as a piece of ice.

When the piece of ice touched the man's hot and bloody chest, he suddenly let out a painful sucking sound, as if he had been scalded. Zhan Zhao subconsciously went to look at her, but saw the line of blood in the corner of her eye.

...His eyes were so red that they were about to shed blood and tears.

She was also looking at Zhan Zhao without saying a word. When Zhan Zhao met her eyes, she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled softly. Swing out from here and drown any man who dares to look at her.

This is indeed a beauty, a rare beauty in the world.

Even for a man like Zhan Zhao, after seeing this smile, he was shaken for a moment, and his expression froze for a moment. After a while, he pursed his lips, looked away, took a few steps with her in his arms, and fell into the In a deserted room of the old house.

When he stepped in, the wind and rain had started to blow again outside.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, bringing daylight for an instant, allowing Zhan Zhao to see clearly the structure of the house.

This is a three-entry house.

It's not the young lady's boudoir—the young lady's boudoir should be the prison-like embroidery building in the corner, which looks more like the young master's room, a three-entry room, with a main hall, a bedroom, and a study room. Very, very luxurious.

...It's ironic, they are all of the same flesh and blood, the girls live in the dark and cramped embroidered building, as if they are in prison, while the boys live in this spacious room with three entrances, the floor is covered with tiles, the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings, everywhere It's all ingenuity, and it's full of extravagance.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and frowned slightly.

The woman in her arms also knew that she couldn't run away, so she leaned her head on Zhan Zhao's shoulder, a little sleepy, but also a little obedient. Seeing that Zhan Zhao was standing here and not moving, she said softly: "The bedroom is on the left."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

It's not the lightness of a girl, but the laziness exuded by a mature woman... She seems to be a little tired, and there is a tiredness in her voice, but this tiredness is also charming, like a cultivating animal. Like a thousand-year-old fox, it lures people anytime and anywhere. Even its voice is like a soft and boneless hand gently caressing people's body, leaving a little itch.

Zhan Zhao's hand holding her also froze suddenly.

He glanced at the woman, there was no superfluous expression on her handsome face, but if he looked carefully, he could see that the roots of his ears seemed to be a little red... He opened his mouth and said: " Thank you."

... I don't know what to thank.

He hugged her and strode into the bedroom.

The bedroom is indeed the son's bedroom, not only the young master's bed, but also a couch for the little girl to sleep on in the corner. Without any hesitation, he went straight to the young master's bed, and saw that the bedding on the bed was not stained with anything. Dust, then gently put the woman down.

The woman fell limply on the couch.

... Her figure is really very good, exquisite and graceful, lying down like this, no man can refuse.

Zhan Zhao's gaze has already moved elsewhere.

He has always adhered to the attitude of seeing no evil, even if this woman is now his prisoner, he will never look at her too much, and he will never insult her. He just looked around and saw a big cabinet, and walked over. There was indeed something inside. He took out a set of clothes that hadn't been eaten by moths, and was about to send them to the woman, but suddenly thought of her cold and shivering body, his hands froze, then went to look, and found a set Slightly thicker dress, send it to her.

All the big holes on her body have been sealed by Zhan Zhao. Whatever Zhan Zhao wants her to look like, she wants to look like now. When Zhan Zhao turned around and went back, she was still obediently lying on her back, a pair of beautiful eyes that were always full of affection. Looking at Zhan Zhao with wet eyes, his chest heaved slowly, and the only hand he could move was already tightly gripping the quilt.

It is a very dangerous thing for a woman to be caught by a man.

Zhan Zhao only glanced at her, then suddenly stopped, he turned his eyes away, and said, "I just ask the girl one thing, if the girl agrees, I will release the acupuncture points for the girl."

The eyelashes of the charming fox-like prisoner on the couch trembled slightly, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "...you ask."

Zhan Zhao said: "I'll relieve your acupoints, you go and put on new clothes, but you can't run, if you run again, I will restrain you, and I will never care whether you are comfortable or not, do you agree?"

His voice was clear and clear, with five points of gentleness, and the other five points, it was still the coldness of a knight-errant who treats his captives.

——If he doesn't want her to run away, she will never run away.

The woman quietly said: "Is there any room for me to refuse?"

Zhan Zhao pursed his lips without answering, stretched out his hand to untie her big hole, put the dress beside her, put down the curtain, and turned his back on himself.

He just said: "Girl, please do what you want."

There was rustling and the sound of changing clothes in the tent.

Zhan Zhao's hand holding the sword seemed to be unable to restrain himself from curling up. He is a gentleman, not a flower picker who likes to break into a girl's boudoir, standing outside the tent, listening to the sound of a woman changing clothes... This kind of experience is very important for For Zhan Zhao, it was too fresh.

If someone looked closely, he could see that this handsome man's ears seemed to be a little reddish, and his back seemed to be a little stiff. He seemed to want to go outside the house, but reason stopped him.

Not only can he not walk, but his ears must be sensitive to prevent this woman who wants to escape anytime and anywhere from really escaping.

After an unknown amount of time, a slender hand pushed aside the curtain, and she said softly, "I've already changed the clothes."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao turned around, but was taken aback.

Because she just changed her underwear, it was still a thin layer, barefoot, sitting on the edge, looking at Zhan Zhao with a half-smile expression.

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, but he really couldn't tell a strange woman what to do.

The woman's face was still pale, and she was still trembling a little.

Zhan Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at her pale hands, the fingertips were also trembling.

Zhan Zhao suddenly sighed, and said in a warm voice, "Please wait a moment."

There was a wooden chair beside him, and Zhan Zhao suddenly kicked it, dismantling the chair to pieces, and saw that there was still an unused candle on the candlestick, so he picked up a piece of sawdust from the ground and pointed at the candle. The cotton thread flicked off, and after the cotton thread rubbed against the sawdust, a candle suddenly lit up. He took the candle again and lit the pile of wood for warmth.

... He originally had a fire bag on him, but he jumped into the lake and the fire bag was soaked, so he used this method to make fire.

This is no longer something that ordinary Jianghu people can do, but in Zhan Zhao's place, it seems to be very easy.

When the bonfire was lit, he sat on the ground, and only said to the woman who refused to put on the heavy autumn clothes: "If the girl is cold, please warm yourself."

The woman raised the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.

She just said: "Your clothes are still wet, why don't you change into clean clothes?"

After speaking, she slowly got off the couch and sat on the other side of the campfire.

Her gorgeous and charming face was also illuminated by the bonfire.

Zhan Zhao looked at her flat, and said: "It's okay, don't bother the girl."

Neither humble nor overbearing, gentle and polite.

The woman tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and the eyeliner at the corners of her eyes was blood red.

She said, "Your name is X?"

Zhan Zhao said, "I'm Zhan Zhao."

The woman said casually, "I am Hu Po."

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback.

Amber, there is no surname... Compared with the first name, it may be more like a nickname, a pseudonym, etc., but he didn't ask anything, just nodded slightly, and said: "Miss Amber."

Amber said, "Yes."

Zhan Zhao: "..."

Um?What kind of response is this is really confusing.

He was a little helpless, pursed his lips, and said: "Miss Hu Po, Zhan did not intend to offend, but as an official, Zhan only asked a few questions for the needs of handling the case, and never made it difficult for the girl."

Hu Po was warming on the fire, rubbed her temple with one finger, squinted her eyes, and opened her eyes again when Zhan Zhao said this, she seemed a little dazed, but she also said, "You can ask."

Zhan Zhao's eyes fixed on Hu Po's face.

He said in a deep voice: "The girl is not Liu San's neighbor, why did she appear in the crowd of onlookers immediately after Liu San's daughter-in-law screamed?"

Hu Po tilted her head and said, "Liu San?"

Zhan Zhao said, "Not bad."

Amber asked, "Who is Liu San?"

Zhan Zhao frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a sickly red color on Amber's face. Her expression was a little weird and dazed, as if she was in a daze. Then, she suddenly sneezed loudly, and her whole body was shaking. With the pendulum, he went straight to the fire with a stick!

Zhan Zhao was startled, and his actions were as fast as lightning. In an instant, he had grabbed Hu Po's shoulders and pulled her back. son.

A person who suddenly became hot after a sudden cold, might suddenly start to play tricks!

Zhan Zhao grabbed her by the shoulders and said anxiously, "Miss Huber? Miss Huber? How are you?"

Hu Po opened her eyes blankly, raised her head, and looked at Zhan Zhao blankly.

Then, from her cherry-like plump lips, she suddenly breathed out a breath with a delicate fragrance.

Zhan Zhao cried out badly, and was about to let her go immediately, but his hands and feet suddenly lost all strength, and he couldn't even hold on, Hu Po put one arm around his waist, staring at Zhan Zhao. On Zhao's pale face, the corners of his lips curled up slowly, slowly.

She lightly said: "Master Zhan, Mr. Zhan, you hit me in the heart, how can I repay you?"

Her hand shook in front of his eyes, and the cold hook claws appeared on her fingers again, like a sharp weapon only for wild beasts.